Rest, lover

You screamed while you tried to rest, as he tried to hold back what led 

You travelled somewhere deep, left not a trace of sanity 

“This isn’t something we could’ve changed,”  he said 

“For things just go even if you latch on so, you better rest now;

rest in a bed where you'll feel something other than regret"


Next to you an old  lover, next to you a friend

“Weakness,” he says, “isn’t leading you on,”

“the panic,” he says, “doesn’t have to be feeding on you at all”

You say it’s good to see him and that he’s been on your mind

That the time is going faster, the longer you live your life

A quick sorry for the hassle and and a thank for the kiss

It’s boring the both you  —this  is all there is


Though you feel like you stand between his life and your dreams 

You ask if there’s someone, and if so what she means to him

“What it means,” he says, “is that  all of these times we go on living,

so you take your love, you chin up, feel handless but face on” 


As you try and let go, it must feel heavy on your shoulders

You must feel like there’s something huge hovering over you

But he  says that  there's absolutely nothing  that you need,

absolutely nothing that you have to be, 

so you better rest now lover, rest

Don’t take the doubt back to bed